23 September 2011 @ 10:55 pm
Wait a second.

I came to the library, saw these computers here, and out of curiosity’s sake tried to get the internet only to realize there isn’t one.

No yahoo. No Facebook. …WHAT AM I GOING TO WITHOUT FARMVILLE? MY CROPS ARE WITHERING AND YOU COULDN’T CARE LESS!!!

My virtual pets are going to get all dirty and pack up house to go over to one of my neighbors. My Sims are going to grow as weary and depressed as some of the folk I’ve passed in the halls here—and certainly that silver haired guy I’m rooming with. Wow. Talk about needing a little passive to mute out the aggressive! Swore he was staring daggers at me one night as I lay in bed.

Never. Again.

Oh.

I guess hearing that the world didn’t explode would be a perk of having a functioning social networking site, sure. Even CNN would’a been nice.

Can someone help a guy out? Any techies? Come on please?
 
 
22 September 2011 @ 01:45 pm
1. What the hell is up with that one new floor?

2. You troll people, no one cares about that blood color thing here and there are more than one of some of you so it's really stupid to post entries like OH MY BLOOD IS A BIT MORE PURPLE THAN YOURS OH YOU ARE TYPING WITH THE WRONG COLOR over and over.

3. Maybe we should make a movie or something to give to new people so we don't have to keep telling everyone.

4. Did anyone else fill out some weird survey without wanting to?

5. Can we go back to that new floor thing, because WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THE BLOOD AND THE SCREAMING.
 
 
20 September 2011 @ 02:27 pm
[A very pissed off Latina girl, wearing the catsuit provided to her, is gracing your screen for the first time! Have I mentioned she's not very happy with the current situation?]

Look, I don't know whose bright idea it was to kidnap me, but you grabbed the wrong girl. [she waves one hand around] I am from Lima Heights Adjacent, you know what goes on there? It's not pretty. So you best be lettin' me go.

Also this collar has gotta go. I appreciate kinky sex games as much as the next girl, but kidnapping is not the way to go. I'm totally not playing out your stupid fantasies. [she sits back and crosses her arms] You could have just asked.

Oh and one last thing, [she holds up the
Be happy here
note] Was this like terrorists or did Berry just talk about herself too much? This is like the worst practical joke in the history of jokes. Can I go home now?
 
 
 
 
30 August 2011 @ 11:02 pm
[Romeo is half on and half off the camera] Erm hello, did I do it right? Is it working. [He gets even closer to the camera]

So erm, for miss Canada and the others who are keeping lists. I found Napeta! She had gone but now she's back. [He looks sad] But it's not like when miss Spain came back, Napeta can't remember any of us. He frowned again It's like she was never here at all... Does anyone know if this happened to anyone else?
 
 
26 August 2011 @ 08:04 am
[The feed turns on thanks to the swipe of a little paw before the tiny kitten of a cat jumps down and the feed focuses on the two female nations just sitting across from one another.

Taiwan rests her chin on her palms while Vietnam delicately has her chin on the back of her hands with her elbows on the table.

This goes on for about five minutes before Taiwan finally blinks and rubs her eyes with her sleeves.]


Hah! You lost this one.

That's not fair! My eyes dried out after our 50th round.

You can't blame the air on that!

I can too! That obviously effects the ability to keep my eyes open for a long period of time.

[The bickering goes on for a little bit before they both get in a slappy hand fight with nothing but sleeves with bits of Vietnamese and Chinese being yelled out by either one of them and by this point, the feed dies out.]
 
 
25 August 2011 @ 10:48 pm
[America is looking bright and cheerful! Those who've seen him around, he hasn't really been that way recently, so this may be a good change! Or maybe you know him from home and are groaning right now.]

Okay, so yeah, you can go back to your places sometimes, and it looks like everything's kind of in pieces and... Stuff. [vague gesture]

But! That doesn't mean it can't be fixed! We just have to figure out what they're doing and... Do it backwards. You know, everyone from different times and stuff? So they have to have a time machine! [He makes flying gesture with his hand through space which is obviously meant to represent a time machine moving through time. Obviously.] And we should steal it, right, and then we go back before the world is destroyed and fix it!

We just have to figure out where they're keeping the time machine.
 
 
22 August 2011 @ 03:27 pm
DING DING, GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS????????
IT'S TIME TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND PAY ATTENTION, 8ECAUSE I NEED SOME ANSWERS HERE.
YES, WEIRD TIMELINE ROSE HUMAN, I SAW YOUR POST FROM EARLIER.
NO, I DIDN'T COMMENT ON IT.
I WAS KIND OF 8USY DOING THAT WHOLE "NOT DYING" THING, YOU KNOW?
SO DON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY, I GUESS.
NOT THAT I REALLY GIVE A FUCK.
8UT AS I WAS SAYING, I NEED TO GET A FEW FUCKING THINGS SORTED OUT.
FOR EXAMPLE: WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK IS UP WITH THAT FOURTH FLOOR????????
FOLLOW-UP QUESTION, SINCE I'M PRETTY FUCKING CONVINCED THIS WHOLE OPER8ION HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SAVING US OR WHATEVER.
ASIDE FROM THE INFLUX OF SOUL DRINKING NOOKSUCKERS TRYING TO PRETEND THEY'RE MY FRIENDS, WHAT ELSE SHOULD I 8E EXPECTING HERE?
THIS CAN'T 8E THE FIRST TIME SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAPPENED IN TOWER WONDERFUCK.
 
 
21 August 2011 @ 06:37 am
[Stephanie Brown had laid low on her first day in the tower. She avoided people, ate her oatmeal alone, and observed.

But now it was day two, and Stephanie had a lot of questions.

Questions she would rather like answered.

She put on her civvies, and decided to ask her questions, starting with an easy one. Or at least, she hoped it was easy.]


Sooooooo did anyone else get one of these, or am I just special?

[she waves a red brick back and forth across the screen]
 
 
19 August 2011 @ 11:49 pm
[Canada looks visibly upset but she smiles anyways]

Once again I'm requesting if anyone has found someone who has gone missing or has heard of someone going missing, I would like to know.

We're missing Denmark, Estonia, Prussia, Sweden, Fletcher, Homura, Lillet...[She drops her head to read off her list again] Dawn...Nepeta. Belarus...If you know of anyone else, let me know. I'll add them to the list. O-Oh--um.

Also um. America is missing. She's a little taller than me with short blonde hair and she tends to wear shorts...Her trunk is empty. If you see her, let me know.
 
 
19 August 2011 @ 05:56 pm
[This entry starts as text. Do forgive his typing, his hands are much too large for the keyboard.]

greetings fellow tower reisdents, my name is Fawkes. I am posting this to let sometihing be known - i am a meta-human, though where i come from, they are colloquially known as "super-mutants", and whoile most are known for being savages and violent, i am quite civil.

[Here, the entry switches to video. Fawkes moves away from the computer a fair bit due to his size. His voice is rather loud, too.]

I also am making this because my appearance is quite alarming to many of you. I have not met any others from the Capital Wasteland where I come from, so I thought it prudent to give everyone a fair chance to know that while I am a bit...scary to look at, I will not hurt you.
 
 
14 August 2011 @ 06:39 pm
well
i dont know how i could be saved from my world being destroyed when its already happened
but for now i guess i will play along and be grateful i suppose!
there are a couple of things i would like to know though
first is there anyone else here from my session
or from alternia at all

and second is there anywhere here i shouldnt explore
id really rather not get anyone else in trouble
if theres actually anyone else here that is
but im pretty sure there are!
 
 
14 August 2011 @ 04:25 pm
uHH, hELLO AGAIN, eVERYONE,
i AM, oK NOW, i THINK,
aND, i HOPE EVERYONE ELSE IS OK TOO, nOW THAT THAT'S DONE,
uM,
yEAH, i GUESS, tHAT IS ALL i WANT TO SAY, rEALLY,
aLSO, iF THERE ARE ANY NEW PEOPLE, uHH, hI,
 
 
03 August 2011 @ 11:34 pm
[Holland appears on the screen; he looks very serious, and this would be alarming to anybody who didn't know that this is just how he looks most of the time.]

I need help; it's really important.
 
 
03 August 2011 @ 08:58 pm
)(-EY, what the shell is going on here? This isn't the glubbing common area, it's too...

Too CL-EAN! W)(-ER-E'S T)(-E BURN MARKS FROM ARADIA -EXPLODING? W)(-ER-E'S T)(-E )(ORN PIL-E? All of Tavros' fiduspawn? Karkat?

What's going on and where is everyone?
 
 
03 August 2011 @ 07:44 am
[The video turns on at first to show a kid that...well, he looks a lot like Dave Strider, except not. No shades, lighter skin, lighter hair, purple eyes...hell, he looks just as much like Rose Lalonde. He looks angry, unamused, and very, very tired. With a very new side dose of slight surprise at realizing the video had already begun recording.]

Ugh, I knew that I should have just gone with text...

[Said quietly, mostly to himself. More like a more erudite, non-Texan Dave. With an echo? Huh. Must just be the mic. Yeah, sure. He cuts the feed, shortly followed by this message.]


Cut for purple pretentious prickish courier! )
 
 
02 August 2011 @ 11:05 pm
I don't- particularly find it nice to kidnap me then say something cruel about the world!

So...someone please start talking- or- or else! [She tries to sound assertive but she's more so just spouting words amongst tears and fears.] I don't like this place at all... What's with these stupid collars? I remember seeing a movie of Japan's that had something like this but- ...we're not going to have our head's explode are we?

Can we go home now?
 
 
26 July 2011 @ 04:13 pm
Judging from the network and recent activities, there seems to be a bit of an upset, hm? At least it's better than nothing happening...if things happen then questions can be answered- granted there might be a whole lot more asked but still.

I hope everyone's alright?

As for ah- us Nations? Just- how many of us are here and how many of us are-- different than what you remember?
 
 
20 July 2011 @ 08:54 pm
[He seems a bit distracted as he settles down, seemingly confused. Then, with a startled sound he begins to mess with his hair. A series of muttered curses in French color his preening as he tries to plaster down stray hairs that do not exist, staring rather blankly after putting his hands down as if observing something. Hushed:] I look like a recluse! Mon dieu!

[Leans forward, more determined than ever. He goes from trying to plaster them down to brushing them down for more volume, letting that prized hair cascade like a boss. He finally leans back ten minutes later, seemingly quite pleased. Yes. You guessed correctly; he used the camera as an impromptu mirror, not quite understanding that it was broadcasting. Of course he's not quick to leave. He did just spend around 15 minutes fussing over his hair and getting up too quickly would 'disturb' it.]